The record industry is nothing if not a pack of copycats, so I guess the mentality at some point in the 90s was "We need another Beck. Find him." And one of the results, clearly, was Citizen King.
I mean, seriously, these lyrics:
In my shoes my toes are busted
My kitchen says my bread is molded
I got a good job at the dollar store
One foot in the hole
One foot gettin' deeper